Thousands of years ago, he put a knife to the neck of the martial arts leader and burned the emperor's house with fire.
Thousands of years later, eight generations of heavenly punishment pressed upon his body, and all his former pride and bloodiness were gone.
But in this life, when I met him, I worked hard for him and jumped into the box with my sword.
The poor man who had been humbled for eight lifetimes seemed to have found his perseverance again.
Ps: There is something that looks like a writing practice. If you like it, feel free to collect it~ You can dominate it, but if there are any areas where the writing is not good, please be sure to point it out. You are welcome to comment~